Once upon a rainy day
I strolled across the park
In the distance, I saw a stray
And heard his delicate bark
His lead was tied around a swing
It was tattered and lost its thread
How could someone do such a thing?
He was starved and left for dead
I picked him up and held him tight
His frailty lumped my throat
He was cold and obviously full of fright
So I comforted him in my coat
We ran through the rain as fast as I could
And demanded to see the vet
She looked at us both covered in mud
She laughed and said 'you're a bit wet'
'He was left for dead, please will you help'
She nodded as she took him from me
She examined him and he let out a yelp
'This dog's not a he...he's a she'
She laughed and then she let out a sigh
As she stroked the dogs matted hair
She said she was lucky she did not die
And she was lucky that I found her there
'I will take her and look after her now
And give her the life that she needs
But you will have to help and show me how
With her care and all her feeds'
Three years have passed as of today
And Lucy, the stray, is alive and well
Sarah, the vet, became my wife in May
...Now wasn't that a story to tell?
